till death himself grows old

And if there was anything I could still say and still mean it 

Heaving heart to grasp a hold of everything I could ever want

If I could pause the world and show you how to feel 

deaths gentle hand fingering through, the things I believed

insistently echoing that first breath again and again

Riding the ravishing tiger of time right through me.

embodyment

I want you to listen to my silence
and to intone it into everything you say.
I want to feel your Love
patient and warm, underneath my own skin.
I want the air that you breathed me,
gushing untrammelled down my throat
I want your song pouring silken from my lips
I want you to know how I love you
how it breaks my heart
sweetly and completely
into this
commune - ity
of open soul

photo: nature owns my soul-  Disturbed MaveRick

knowing nothing

You say you understand and you probably even think that it's true,
But you don't, you don't.
You really don't.
And until you know that;
you never will.

Incomplete madness

Let me Be the Sea


sweetly slowly sadly she smiles looking straight through me

and I reach out to touch her but the world turns between us 

 time roars through the hallways, 

carrying whispers of the voice of reasons death

the Birds still sing and the sun still shines anyway.

but the moon drags heavy in the shadow of gravities mistakes

longing for loneliness 

the onlyness 

that marks true love obsolete

dark matter drifting, deep asleep, through intimate space

letting her hair down with shaking hands that know too well how feeling means

as we must know the salt of the earth

then please

let me breathe the sea.

 

image : Matt Wisniewki

God's Quandary

My heart was heavy
and the rain falls wet
shared to shed the tears that tear my soul to empty shreds.
and I wouldn't care to think it
but yet I am
And so the storm blows over once again.

My heart is too happy
I can not hold this feeling still
it shifts and changes before I know it's form to fill.
whispering if only;
If you love at all
then never let this be enough.

let me be the rain

I was hungry for the sunlight
and to flow with the ocean tide
remembering God's fragile promises
of agile butterfly wings
floating through these wet dreams
of falling.

you reach out with your gaze,
with the light in your eyes,
I felt the fire in your soul.
but when I melt;
if I am water
you can not hold me.
Dripping from your fingers,
you must drink before I fall away.

Crashing into the moon

Crashing into the moon

like I don't care

that we all will die

I care about the heat of the night around me

but not about the fear that rattles my own chest

maybe you saw me crying, 

or was it the ocean was leaking out of my miracle eyes again.

It doesn't matter what I want

it isn't enough. 

Photo by Ulrika Kertere